Ling Xiu wanted to retort: "This is not simple."
But thinking of Lin Xinghai's performance in the first level, he could only step aside silently.
As the countdown ends, the second level officially begins.
Whoosh!
When the first tennis ball was shot out, the look on Lin Xinghai's face was slightly surprised.
Because this tennis ball has shrunk by nearly half, becoming the size of an egg.
The tennis ball is shrunk in half, doubling the difficulty of the second level.
And it’s not just the size of tennis balls that has changed.
All previous tennis balls were ejected from the same shooting port.
But now, tennis balls appear randomly from the 300 shooting holes at the top.
"It's interesting." Lin Xinghai muttered in his heart.
At the same time, he finally understood why he could rank in the top 100 by reaching 56% in the second level.
Compared with the first level, the difficulty level is a bit exaggerated.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
Lin Xinghai kept pulling the trigger on the flight. For him, it was a little surprising at the beginning.
But after quickly adapting, with the marksmanship he mastered, there was actually not much difference between the second level and the first level.
Perhaps the biggest difference is that he can clear levels faster.
Because in the second level, the frequency of tennis balls shot was shortened to one per second.
And not only the frequency has increased, but the firing speed has also increased. The time for a tennis ball to appear from the shooting port and reach the ground has also been shortened to 1 second.
So just 50 seconds later, Lin Xinghai entered the middle reloading time.
"Amazing!"
"Brother Lin is mighty!"
Everyone rushed to praise him.
Now they no longer consider whether Lin Xinghai can enter the top 100. Instead, they consider what ranking Lin Xinghai will eventually reach.
After Lin Xinghai changed the magazine, he also took the time to glance at the screen. His ranking had reached 156th.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
When the 5 seconds of reloading time ended, Lin Xinghai seamlessly switched to shooting mode.
Another 50 seconds passed, and Lin Xinghai once again passed the level without making any mistakes.
The next moment, even Ling Xiu couldn't help but come over to flatter him.
As for what shame is, it no longer matters at this moment.
After all, no matter how thick-skinned he is, there is nothing he can do to protect him from danger when he encounters danger outside the shelter. But teammates like Lin Xinghai can save his life.
Ling Xiu: "Brother Lin, I have been a mercenary for so long, and you are the mercenary with the best marksmanship I have ever seen."
Zhuang Qiao: "Yes! I have seen many mercenaries who have challenged the shooting list and entered the top 100, but I have never seen anyone as comfortable as you, Mr. Lin."
Zhang Meiling: "Brother Lin, I'll give you another massage. I'm sure you can pass the third level without any mistakes later."
Huang Nuo: "Brother Lin, I guess you are going to become famous in one battle. After today, there will definitely be many mercenary groups coming to woo you."
As for Yao Cheng, who is usually relatively silent, he is not good at such compliments and didn't know what to say at the moment.
Finally, he choked out a sentence, "Can you be the first?"
As soon as these words came out, several people in the audience who were originally prepared to praise them suddenly became mute. How should they respond to these words?
And it’s not just them, Lin Xinghai is also hard to answer!
If I say no, wouldn't I lose face?
If you say yes, if you fail to become number one in the end, wouldn't it be a loss of face?
"Go aside if you can't speak." Huang Nuo couldn't help scolding him, then he looked at Lin Xinghai and said with a smile: "Brother Lin, my brother is always like this, you..."
"It's okay!" Lin Xinghai waved his hand, and then asked with interest: "What level is the number one on the ranking list?"
Regarding this question, Ling Xiu and others did not know the answer, so they all turned their attention to Zhuang Qiao.
After Zhuang Qiao recalled it, he said: "Level 5, progress: 76%."
After hearing this, Lin Xinghai couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.
In this shooting challenge, the difficulty between the first level and the second level has not been improved by a single factor.
If the level of improvement in each level is so terrifying, then the opponent's marksmanship will be really amazing if he can reach the fifth level.
"Interesting." Lin Xinghai's eyes finally became serious.
As he spoke, he took a sip of orange juice, flexed his wrist, and said, "Let's start the third level!"
Zhuang Qiao moved her mouth, but seeing the serious look on Lin Xinghai's face, she finally did not dare to persuade her. She nodded and started the process for the third level.
As the countdown began, Lin Xinghai also adjusted his state to welcome the new changes in the level.
Whoosh!
A tennis ball flew out, and as expected by Lin Xinghai, it became smaller again.
Only the size of a table tennis ball.
As the tennis balls flew out one by one, Lin Xinghai soon discovered that the biggest difficulty of this third level was not that the tennis balls had shrunk.
Instead, the sense of rhythm will be disrupted.
In the second level, whether the speed is increased or the ball flies out from different shooting ports, the frequency of the ball will remain the same, and the rate of fire will also remain the same.
But at this time, both of them are changing irregularly.
Sometimes the distance between the two balls is less than 1 second, but sometimes it is extended to 2 seconds.
And the firing rates are completely different, some are fast and some are slow.
It may even happen that the tennis ball behind you hits the ground faster than the tennis ball in front.
In such an irregular situation, even Lin Xinghai had to concentrate on dealing with every tennis ball, and could no longer be as careless as before.
call!
When the third level ended, Lin Xinghai couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and he felt tired for the first time.
He glanced at the screen and saw that his ranking had improved to 28th.
Several people waiting aside immediately flattered him.
But Lin Xinghai was no longer in the mood to listen. He just asked Zhang Meiling to massage his arms and closed his eyes to rest.
When the others saw this, they all shut their mouths obediently. The training ground was silent for a moment, but the eyes of several people were fiery.
They all had a strong premonition that they might be able to witness the birth of a sharpshooter today.
This time, Lin Xinghai did not start early, but used up all the 10 minutes of rest time. When the countdown started, he opened his eyes.
He glanced at the light screen next to him, and the progress bar for the fourth level was indeed refreshed.
When the progress bar reaches 38%, the 10th place is marked in red font.
His eyes continued to move, and when the progress bar reached 98%, he saw the words No. 4.
"There are only three of them, have they passed this fourth level?" Lin Xinghai's eyes became more solemn.
Whoosh!
However, even though Lin Xinghai had been mentally prepared, when he saw the first ball flying out, there was still a look of surprise in his eyes.
